His Ex-Wife Came Back-Stronger

Three years later.

~ Dale ~

"This is the event of the year sir, we have to make a good impression so there can be an advancement in our stocks." My secretary Rita Olden said while successfully keeping pace with my long strides.

I didn't offer a reply, which she knew as room to continue.

"Great business men and women will be attending, and with our rank, we should attract more companies that will assist in the boosting of our multibillion dollar project. Who knows, it could be a success within five years from now."

Heads bowed the moment my arrival was noticed, the paths clearing for my movements as we both walked out of the company, to one of my cars whose door was already being opened by a guard.

"But most importantly sir," Rita entered the car after me, taking the space beside me in the passenger's seat, "we should try to impress the Razet Company's CEO, Miss Raze. Joining hands with such a company automatically ranks us among the top five biggest companies worldwide."

"Okay," was the only reply I offered.

It was also enough to let the five foot seven secretary know that was her queue to keep quiet.

And she did that, her gaze shifting to her tab where she began working on while fiddling with her glasses occasionally.

My phone pinged from where it laid on my hand, so I stared at it.

A message.

*We'll meet at the event, right?*

I typed in a reply;

*Okay.*

And that was it.

My eyes stared out the entire journey, but my mind was elsewhere.

It was drifted to the fact it had been three years already.

Three years since my divorce.

Since Chloe walked out of the house and never came back.

Since I last saw her.

Truth was, I hadn't expected no communication after the divorce.

I hadn't expected to not hear from her again, and sometimes... Sometimes I wondered what became of her.

I wondered what happened to her after she left.

Where she was.

Even her sister, Emery, was nowhere to be traced. They both just vanished.

But don't get me wrong, it wasn't like I'd tried putting much effort into finding them both.

It wasn't like I was suddenly regretting my actions and missing her so badly I'd stop the world just to find her.

No.

Instead, I just felt her absence and nothing more.

No emotions attached to it.

Especially not now when I-

The car came to a halt, cutting through my thoughts.

A guard moved to the car, opening my side of it, so I got down then Rita followed, moving to stand beside me.

We both gazed at the event, its magnitude staring right at us.

Wealthy people pranced in, clad beautifully and ready for business.

"Let's get in." I told her, and together, we both started towards the hall holding the event.

"Dale, you're a little late." A voice from behind stopped me in my steps.

We both turned to where Sam was strutting towards us, his shoulders and chest straight in the dark green tux he had on.

Sam Clint was a childhood friend of mine, and a man with a multimillionaire company in his hands.

"So are you." I greeted, the both of us exchanging a manly clap that ended with shoulders brushing.

We chatted for a while then the three of us left for the hall.

Sam Clint wasn't just any man, he was one I could barely joke with.

Five years ago, he had been the one to help me secure my CEO position with the advice to get married to Chloe, who had been the younger sister to the female he'd been dating then.

And he'd been there when I needed him regarding so many things.

"Did you know the CEO of the Razet Company will be here?" He asked in that usual gruffy tone of his.

"Yes."

"And do you plan on joining hands with her?"

"Depends, but most likely."

He looked thoughtful. "It's weird to think that whoever this Miss Raze is so popular even without being known that well. I don't think I've ever seen a photo of her. Have you?"

"No." My tone expressed my disinterest in the topic.

Still, he continued. "You know, how do people even know who she is? I mean, I've never searched for her, but I won't think she'd be easy to find either way."

"Actually sir..." Rita spoke cautiously, obviously trying to not let her words come out in an offensive manner. "She is a very private person."

"Why do you say so?"

"Because the article published said so, but she's not anonymous either."

I didn't really care to know more. Still, she took my silence as meaning she should continue.

"And she is a really tough one."

"Really?" Sam was obviously more surprised by that.

"Hmm. She's rare to find for business."

"Oh," was all I cared to make out.

"And there she is."

Our legs stopped as we turned in the direction she gestured.

Immediately, the breath caught in my throat the moment my eyes landed on her

My ex-wife.

Chloe.

But she looked different....

This was a different Chloe

One who looked puked from money.

Her streaking long sandy brown hair was packed up in a bun, matching the bougieness her black backless and spaghetti handle ankle length dress which accentuated her curves topped with black heels, offered.

She looked like beauty in person.

Her hands were graced with bracelets that obviously cost thousands of dollars.

And she talked like power flowed through her.

Chloe?

She hadn't noticed us at first because her focus seemed to be on the female she chatted with.

But, like the weight of my gaze pressed on her, she turned, and our eyes met, locking in place.

Nothing, not even surprise, crossed her expression as our gaze stayed unleaving.

Not until a child clutched her dress, snatching my attention.

"Mummy," he said, his voice tiny and soft; my heart stopped.

Mummy?

I turned back to her, brows drawn now.

The child didn't look older than three.

And he called her mummy.

He called my ex-wife 'mummy'.

I stood in wonder.

Could it be I'd left behind more than just an ex-wife?